Kaelor could feel the weight of countless eyes the moment they passed through the gates of the town. The once-valiant army that had marched out hours ago with steel in their spines and the thundering steps of confidence now returned bearing the scars of battle.
Seventy soldiers bore light wounds, their armor scuffed and streaked with dried blood. Fifty more were in far worse condition, bandaged hastily with torn cloth, blood still seeping through, some limping, others carried. Faces were pale, clothes shredded, eyes clouded with exhaustion.
Even Titan Cebereus, the fearsome three-headed beast that had once seemed an untouchable force, looked battered. Cuts marred its thick hide, several of its heavy metal plates dented or completely missing, and the faint metallic tang of blood lingered in the air around it. The sight alone told of the ferocity of the battle they had endured.
